I don't know if I was born to be an unhappy person,
I hold your hand carefully, fearing that your hand will suddenly slip and slip away from my hand,
I woke up from my dreams again and again. Whenever I knew it was just a dream, I would happily look at the ceiling and laugh for a long time.
You are mine and important. It's really important.
It's not that I'm not perfect or good enough,
I'm just afraid that in your eyes, I'm not perfect or good enough.
---By Ye Yan